The long sword turned over, and the light was cold and cold.

The white-faced ghost grinned and laughed ferociously: "Then go to hell!"

Keng——

The sword is drawn out.

The matchmaker woke up and didn't care so much, and hurriedly pointed the golden beads at the front of the battlefield.

But when the white-faced ghost slashed with his sword, the faint green sword light pierced the space and tore towards the cinnamon carriage from afar.

"laugh……"

Something unexpected happened.

No one even took action, and the sword light dissipated automatically like clouds of smoke halfway through.

"What?"

The matchmaker is half shocked and half happy.

What surprised her was that although she couldn't understand who had made the move, she glanced at Jin Xing's comments and found no one there.

You know, there seems to be a semi-saint among the spectators in front of the Golden Apricot Painting?

Hi, it's even simpler.

There is really an expert on this carriage, or an expert that even a semi-saint can't understand!

People outside the battlefield were confused, and the white-faced ghost in the middle of the battle was even more shocked.

It also didn't understand what just happened.

After the sword light approached the carriage, it was like a small river flowing into the sea... tearing apart? It just merged.

"Not that..."

The white-faced ghost felt something was wrong and wanted to use the sword again, but found that he couldn't move again.

Because the old man Li in front of the carriage spoke again:

"Sir, Old Man Li understands!"

The old guy's face turned red, as if he realized his huge mistake, and slapped himself hard, "You're just a brat, how can you let the young master take action? These are too dirty hands."

"Ha." A sneer came from inside the carriage.

Old Man Li wiped his sweat with a flattering look on his face.

Millions of people in Jinxing were looking forward to it, and then they saw the old man bending down respectfully and said:

"If you don't want to take action, you can send Sword Lady to take action."

…

Swordswoman?

Even the matchmaker's appetite was whetted.

How strong is this so-called "Sword Girl", who can silently neutralize the fatal blow of the White-faced Ghost?

How much confidence does he have in the "Sword Lady" to make this weak old man and sick young man talk and laugh happily in front of the white-faced ghost without paying any attention to him?

The matchmaker enlarged the golden apricot scene and brought in the entire cinnamon carriage, for fear of missing even a single detail.

The Jinxing comment section was even more excited:

"Sword Princess?"

"Sounds like a woman?"

"It can't be an ancient sword cultivator, right? Or a mature female ancient sword cultivator? God, I like this the best..."

The white-faced ghost's Adam's apple rolled, its face turned pale, and it could move.

At this time, it realized that it was broken.

"Not only do you fall into the trap, but you also have masters!"

But the back is hairy, who dares to choose to fight with his back when the enemy is in front of him? Isn't this inappropriate?

"Sword Lady..."

He held his sword tightly and waited solemnly.

But after seeing the cinnamon carriage shaking for a while, the carriage curtain seemed to be pushed open by something from below.

The matchmaker hurriedly held the golden apricot and focused on the details.

"It's a sword!"

"What kind of sword is this? Is it a spiritual sword?"

"No, it seems to be just an ordinary stone sword... Oh my god! She is planning to use the stone sword to hit the white-faced ghost. How strong is this swordswoman?"

Jin Xing once again stirred up controversy.

Just the tip of the stone sword poked out, slightly raising the curtain of the carriage.

Everyone seems to have seen the stunning scene of the stunning beauty in cheongsam behind the curtain, stroking her breasts and stretching her legs, stepping out and slaying the white-faced ghost with a sword.

This is the Sword Lady!

The matchmaker was stunned. At this time, the number of spectators had exceeded 1.3 million from one million, and the number was still increasing.

She has been preaching for so long, but she has not had this enthusiasm.

If it goes up again, might it be possible to reach the level of the Drunken Emperor?

"Please Sword Lady——"

But after hearing Old Man Li's shrill scream, the curtain of the carriage was completely opened, revealing a dark shadow.

The white-faced ghost's pupils trembled.

The matchmaker is also beautiful and round.

The Jinxing comment area was more like a pause button being pressed. For a moment, it was so shocking that no one could comment.

Sword Queen Sword Queen...

But seeing Ji's body, I also heard Ji's cry:

"Giggle--"

…

"Grass!"

"Sword Lady? Sword Chicken!"

"So what Old Man Li has been talking about is this 'chicken'?"

"No, is this some kind of pre-death drama? The owner and servant of this carriage are too crazy. They really don't care about life and death and plan to use this chicken to deal with the white-faced ghost?"

"I'm numb!"

Half the screen of comments flashed before the matchmaker's eyes.

This even affected her vision.

But there is one thing that cannot be affected, and that is "mood" - a mood that is broken into dregs!

The person in the cinnamon carriage who opened the curtain was never the cold-eyed beauty in fantasy, let alone a master or a master.

Not even a person, not a hand.

It was just a chicken, a big black hen with a simple broken stone sword in its mouth.

"Strike an egg against a stone..."

The matchmaker didn't know what this was before, and she thought no one in the world would do it like this.

Now she felt that she had seen something even more ridiculous than "beating an egg against a stone", hitting a devil with a chicken.

The matchmaker was desperate, with a look of despair on her face: "What on earth am I expecting..."

That chicken is not like that!

The black-bone chicken holds a sword in its pointed beak, its eyes are slightly closed, half showing the cold light, half showing its sharp edge, it clearly has the smell of "there are all ants in the world, but I, the black-bone chicken, is the king".

It glared at the white-faced ghost, and for a moment the spectators were dazzled, as if they saw the black-bone cock's beak, slightly tilted upward?

In an instant, Jinxing’s comments exploded:

"Oh my God! It's just a chicken, why can it be so dismissive?"

"Please give me a little confidence."

"Sick young man, weak old man, chicken holding a sword, I'm convinced...what are these things? I'm begging you, the white-faced ghost. I've never begged anyone in my life. Just chop them all down. Matchmaker, please."

Gifted."

"..."
To be continued...